You run through the aisles of the stadium, your heart pounding with worry. You had watched the tackle from your exclusive seat in the stands, and your heart had leapt into your throat as you watched Riki fall to the ground and not get up again.

When you enter the room, you see him wincing in pain on the stretcher. Several members of the medical staff surround him, checking his wound and trying to assess the extent of the damage. But despite the pain, Riki is still trying to get up to return to the field.

"Babe, what are you doing? You can't get up, you're hurt!" You ran to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder. You could see the determination in his eyes, but also the pain.

Riki turns to look at you, his eyes filled with frustration but his expression softening slightly. He winces as the doctors press down on his injured knee.

"I'm fine" He mutters through gritted teeth. “Just a little banged up. I can still play."

He tries to stand up again, but the doctors push him back down onto the examination table.